Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.